Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.